My sister was amazing.

Actually, she was more than that, she was inspiring, brave, confident, kind, loyal. I couldn't even put her into words. She was the whole universe molded into one person, one human being.

She could make your day just by giving the slightest smile. Everywhere she went she was noticed, it was hard not to glance at her. Everyone loved and adored her.

I would always look up to her, literally, she was 6 years older than me and was always at least 5 inches taller. But I also wanted to be her. I wanted to be loved just like how she was and have as many friends as her. I would always tell her that one day I would be just like her. She would always laugh while ruffling my hair. "I don't want you to be me Amy." She said with a twinkle in her hazel eyes "I want you to be you."

But that was her past self.

I never knew my mother, she passed away while giving birth to me, so I never met her in person. My father didn't like the idea of his children not having a motherly figure, so he would date different women who he hoped could replace my mother. My sister hated him for that. Even though I didn't have a mom, I knew that nobody could replace a mother. 

"Kristen, this for you, and Amy." My dad told her whenever she brought it up. I was 11 and in sixth grade at that time. I had no clue why I needed a motherly figure, I thought that Kristen was enough, but I guess not.

Kristen was known as calm and selfless, but it was different at home, at least when she was with my dad. She would constantly argue with him. Their fits were always in a room with the door shut so that I wouldn't know that they were there, but I could always hear it. The roaring and stomping were always there. Even though I could hear them, I always kept to myself.

One night, in May, when it was night time and my dad was away one of his dates with his new girlfriend Hannah, I found my sister crying.

I never saw her cry, even when she broke her leg when she slipped while climbing a tree. She was twelve at the time, but she only gave a mere grunt as she bravely limped with me trying to help her all the way to the hospital. 

But now, she was sobbing, and she looked so helpless. I quickly dashed up to her and gave her a tight embrace. She flinched and quickly wiped her tears. "You should go to bed Amy, its almost midnight." I glanced at her blotchy red face and her sewed on smile and knew that something was wrong. Her eyes gave a hint of sadness and guilt. I squeezed her tighter. "Whats wrong?"

Kristen sighed and hugged me back. I could feel her hands shaking. "Your too young to understand Amy." She breathed out "Your too much of a baby." She forced a laugh, which sounded like a squeak. She cringed and pulled away from me. 

"I'm running away." My eyes widened at those words and my jaw dropped to the floor. Kristen looked up to the ceiling and closed her eyes for a moment.She opened them again and looked at me. I saw more tears swarming in her soft hazel eyes. "Lets get you to bed."

That night I couldn't sleep. I was too busy worrying about Kristen. She was completely different. What happened? Who hurt her? Why can't she stay with me? 

In the morning, was gone, vanished. I knew it as soon as I saw that her room was bare. Her room looked the same, except for some of her clothes missing. I noticed that the only clothes that weren't there were the ones that our father didn't buy. I knew this because we shared a closet since mine at the time, was broken (courtesy of my father punching a hole through it when I came home with a B+ on my math test, I vowed to always get A's after that). 

I went downstairs only to find my dad with head in his hands. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair was tangled, like he was pulling at it. 

"Good morning dad." I muttered. I wasn't so sure if it was a good morning to begin with. 

He flinched at my voice and looked up. His face was greasy and sweaty and he had large dark eye bags. I grimaced at this. Needless to say, he looked like a mess. "Where's your sister?" He asked, venom dripping from his voice. I didn't say anything.

"Where. Is. Kristen." It didn't sound like a question anymore. It was a demand.

"I don't-" 

"WHERE IS SHE!?" My dad roared sending prickles of fear to run down my spine. 

I bolted to the front door, grabbing my backpack on the way and ran to school. I was terrified. My hands were clammy and I clenched my fist so hard that my knuckles turn white.

I entered my classroom still shaking. "Are you okay Amy?" My teacher said "You look a little pale." 

"I-I"

"Olivia, lead Amy to the nurse's office."

"Ok." Olivia piped, happy to get an excuse to leave class.

I was still a little shaken up, so she grabbed my hand which caused me to flinch. She led me away.

She slapped a hand to my forehead, causing me to yelp in surprise. "You don't have a fever." Olivia frowned. "But you look like you saw a ghost." She removed her hand. "I'm fine." I said "I'm just tired." 

"You look tired."

"Thanks?"

"Your welcome"

I started relaxing more as we talked and walked to the nurse's office. "Want to be friends?" Olivia asked suddenly "I like you."

I smiled for what seemed like ages. "Sure."

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Now I was with Noah, my head was pounding from the bleeding, but I didn't care. Noah was staring at me with a stern, but curious expression. "That woman in the picture? That was my sister."

A/N Thanks for reading! I'm sorry that its short, I'll do better next time. (1035 words)